Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Japan. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Can,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.